Why, world, why?

Why do you always get me ill even though I hardly ever come in contact with sick people?

As much as I like my bed (and I do. It's fluffy), spending all of friday, half of saturday, all of sunday, and a good portion of monday either asleep or in a drug induced stupor is not my idea of fun.

Dear universe; my immune system is just fine. Please stop testing the front lines. Kthnx.